Chapter 010 I like this girl. The two of them walked out of the room together and had lunch in the dining room. After the meal, Lingjiu listened to Song Xueyi instructing Xiayan to prepare her clothes and clear out his side hall for her to live in. The words clearly revealed Lingjiu's intention to live in Xueyuan forever. Xiayan didn't say a word of objection and went to do the work after Song Xueyi finished her instructions. Lingjiu nodded secretly. It seemed that Song Xueyi was not in good health, but the people in this hospital still respected him, even a little in awe. He looked up at Song Xueyi. He was such a beautiful young man, so how could he be so scary? The next moment, Lingjiu guessed the reason. His appearance, his body and his experiences... A person like him who is full of bad luck will inevitably be unlucky if he stays around him for a long time and is contaminated by bad luck. If Song Xueyi has been like this since she was a child, then there must be many people around her who have suffered. This was more troublesome than her Heavenly Eye. At least she knew about it afterwards and could hide the disguise. However, he couldn't control the bad luck all over his body. So, was his childhood similar to mine? ...There is a little difference, at least Sun Gulan really loves him, and loves him to the core. "I'm distracted again." Song Xueyi's voice sounded. Lingjiu blinked his eyes and asked him: "Has your body been like this since you were a child?" "Huh?" Song Xueyi said calmly: "Jiu'er don't have to worry about this." Lingjiu stood up suddenly, "I said I will take good care of you. "You really think I'm joking?" Song Xueyi looked slightly stunned and coaxed her, "Don't be angry." Lingjiu looked at him, shook his head and murmured after about two seconds, "Who can be angry with you? You know your age. Not convincing." It didn't matter whether Song Xueyi heard her words clearly, she turned around and left, "Just wait, I'll go back and get something." Looking at the small and slender figure, Song Xueyi lowered her eyes to her jade-like fingers and said softly, "Jiu'er, this is not a disease. There is no cure for it." Lingjiu didn't hear Song Xueyi's words. She walked quickly to Yuwanfang and suddenly realized when she entered a garden corridor. She didn't know the way from Xueyuan to Yuwanfang. "Haha, my cousin is in trouble again this time, and he actually did such a shameful thing. Sister Hua, how do you think grandma will punish him this time?" A crisp boy's voice came from the corner of the flowers, accompanied by the footsteps of a group of people. The person who answered the boy was a woman. You could tell from her voice that she was older than the boy who spoke before. "How else can you punish him? It's not like you don't know that he is sick and weak. Even kneeling in the ancestral hall may kill him." "Humph, it's really useless! Let me tell you. "The Song family is really unlucky to have a young master like him. Brother Mingming is only an hour younger than him!" "Okay, Xiaojue, this is not our residence. Be careful what you say." Lingjiu listened to the footsteps and saw several figures appearing at the corner of the garden. There were two people walking in front, one large and one young. The older one was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the younger one was about eleven or twelve years old. Lingjiu searched through what he had seen in the past two months and guessed their identities. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman on the left is wearing a white Confucian skirt with purple embroidery. She looks pretty and graceful when walking. She should be Song Zhihua, the eldest daughter of the second head of the Song family. Next to Song Zhihua, walked a young man of about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a double-breasted sapphire blue short coat with expensive silver-gray wrist rings on the cuffs. The hem of his clothes only reached his knees, and underneath he wore dark red trousers with silver rings on the legs, and moccasins embroidered with cloud gold patterns. This dress is said to have been passed down from other states. It is bright and flamboyant in color, and the accessories are more noble and magnificent. Coupled with the handsome and refined appearance of the young man, it is actually more beautiful than the girl. It suppresses the color of Song Zhihua next to him. Walking in the sun garden, it is dazzling. This outstanding boy of eleven or twelve years old should be the treasure of the third head of the Song family, Song Liujue. "Huh?" Song Liujue's bright eyes flashed and he also saw Lingjiu not far away. "This slave has met the eldest lady and the third young master." Lingjiu bowed calmly, his expression already disguised as innocent and curious. "You are a little girl from a certain courtyard. I have never seen you before." Song Liujue smiled. Although his expression calmed down quickly, Lingjiu was still keenly aware of his momentary calculation, and his expression was blank, "The third young master has such a beautiful smile!" Even though Song Liujue was smart and heard too many compliments, Lingjiu's expression and eyes still pleased him and put him in a good mood. "Hey, I like this girl." Song Liujue smiled even more happily, and quietly scanned Lingjiu's clothes, "Let's go, no matter which yard you are from, you will follow me from now on!" Lingjiu opened his mouth and seemed to be about to happily agree, but the next second his expression turned into embarrassed and anxious, tangled with his fingers, He hesitated and said: "I want to go to Yuwanfang now, but I can't find the way... Can I ask the third young master to show me the way? I can go to the third young master afterwards?" "What's the difficulty in this? Yiyi, take the girl over." Song Liujue ordered the person behind him and took off a piece from his waist. The purple jade was handed into Lingjiu's hand, and he said with a smile: "You're so cute, I gave this to you. Remember to bring this to the Yuyuan to find me after you're done." Lingjiu tried to shirk it, but Song Liujue firmly stuffed it into his hand. He lowered his head as if embarrassed and said in a low voice: "I remember, I remember." "Be good." Song Liujue winked at Yiyi and said to Song Zhihua, who was watching everything: "Sister Hua, don't you still need your brother to get materials for you? Let's go." Yiyi, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old in a light green maid outfit, said to Lingjiu: "This way." Lingjiu nodded obediently and followed. About half a quarter of an hour later, Lingjiu arrived at Yuwanfang as he wished. Before Yiyi left, he said to her: "Being favored by the third young master is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes. You must cherish it, especially the things that the third young master has given you. Don't show it to others casually." Lingjiu nodded in front of her.